I don’t think they give you enough credit
Father
That you’re a man beyond
the role of a provider
A protector
shielding us from the world
that is vile
and evil
A man whose sole purpose
is to exist as a rock
for the whole family
to lean on
And even when you’re crumbling inside
you’re not allowed to
be anything less than a lion
*
I don’t think they appreciate you enough
when you carry us;
heavy, grown teenagers
weighing a soul and bags of bones
to our beds
Our eyes asleep
to the love in your eyes
Our hearts deceived
by the definition of you
A man whose value goes lower
with every gift you’re unable to buy
and with every problem you’re unable to solve
I believe you’re brave to hold the world
of your one
Two
Ten
children
on top of your head
Balancing it
with your steady feet
on a very shaky ground
No one gets to see the melancholy in your heart
when things are falling apart
Because everyone depends on you
to hold them together
Be their string and glue
Be the man you’re expected to be
*
I don’t think they cherish you enough
Father
When you smile and act like a clown
to crack us up into wild laughter
Making us believe that this world is indeed
rainbows and unicorns and ice cream
Your love is something else
out of this world
You put your entire well-being aside
to be there
for the people you hold dear
I don’t see a better definition
of love
than your love
Father.
